I will set aside 3 hours every night to disobey my brain and heart, to remember you vividly in detail. To remember all those parts of you that I once loved.
Perhaps love is how I like your (sometimes) sucky personality because, well, none of us are perfect individuals. And your flaws, in fact, make you more adorable than ever before.
Forget me. Find someone better than me. Someone easier to love, and someone better at loving. Forget about the pain and hurt that I gave you, and be happy with him.
All love ends with someone being hurt.
You know deeply that you still want love. You want to love, and you want to be loved.
But you see only hopelessness in your love.
You think your partner knows you, understands you, and accepts you fully? Think again.